Luyện nghe bài hát Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

(Bill Fries, Davis)

Well, Interstate 80, we was the fog
Just me an' old Sloan (Old my dog)
We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten on the floor and stereo a strip
Now we spied a sign, "Eat Gas Now"
We decided to whip in and pick up chow
At the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On Cafe

Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' (a-lookin' for Mavis)
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'

Now we've been every place between here and Sioux
And we've us a truck-stop waitress or two
But this gal's built like a burlap bag of bobcats:
She's got it

Well, she my tank; I said "Thank you, honey."
Her name was Mavis, I her the money
Old Sloan just set there, watchin' and and wishin'.
I says, "You in the truck, boy."

I went inside. She says, "What'll it be?"
I says "A cup of your best and a three."
She come back with an to go and a quart of hot C and a bone for Sloan.
I said, "Much obliged"; old Sloan a bark
I left her a buck and he left his
At the Old Home Filler-Up An' On A-Truckin' Cafe

Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On
Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'

Well, night we was truckin' along
Yeah, me and old Sloan was it on
I said, "Sloan, I've been thinkin' on up my courage, and tonight's the night"
Well, I the clutch, gave the tranny a spin
Took the Beebeetown and slid on in
To the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On (it never closes)
Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

Well, I got me a stool, a load off my shoes,
Mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse
I says, "How'd ya like to go for a ride with me and old I just had my truck warshed."
She allowed as how it like a whole lot of fun
But we was have ta wait until the dishes was done
And was it all right me if she brought along her mother as a chaperone?
I said, "Why not?"

Well, we that tranny into super-low
And the of us went to see a picture show
Yeah, I took 'em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by Pisgah, to see Grit
Saw the late, show; old Sloan hit the sack
And then about two o'clock I hauled 'em all back
To the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On Cafe

Oh, the Old Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home An' Keep On A-Truckin'
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' (eight stools and a promise)
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe (they got a nice place there)